Luyện nghe bài hát The Slant

The slant, a settling around me
My figure female crookedly
In the threshold of the
Door scraping floorboards with opening

Carving a rough of bedroom scenes
The plot hard to
The text obscured in the of sheets
gathering the stains of seasons spent lying there

Red and brown like fallen
The colors of an cycle
Fading with the wash
And the rinse

Again an smell
my name misspelled or misspoken
A cycle
The sound of them

Stalking, talking their prey
Like the way hammer nail
Pounding, say
Pounding out the of attraction

a woman was a drum like a body was a weapon
Like there was something more they than the journey
Like it was to them
Steel toed they

And I'm wondering why fear of men
Maybe because I'm hungry
And like a I'm dependent on them
To me

I am a work in
Dressed in the fabric of a unfolding
Offering me intricate patterns of
Rhythms that come clean